Do something about cabs in New Orleans: A letter to the editor

The Friday night before Mardi Gras I arranged for a friend of mine (a cab driver) to take my 20-year-old granddaughter and her roommate to the parades. I gave them lots of cash to take another cab back to Kenner, where I live. They got into a cab, and that driver said it would cost $30 and that he had to have the money up front. They gave him the money.

When he got to the end of Canal Street he stopped and said he did not know how to get to Kenner. He told them, "Get out of my cab." They told him they were from out of town and did not know where they were. There was nothing in sight except the overpass, it was one o'clock in the morning and about to rain. They were scared to death. They begged him to take them to a business. He said he did not care, just to get out.

Thank God they had phones and called another relative to pick them up before anything bad could happen. Another black mark on New Orleans.